Donec Gratus We have told how the painter Marcel made the acquaintance of Mademoiselle Musette.

United one morning by the ministry of caprice, the registrar of the district, they had fancied, as often happens, that their union did not extend to their hearts.

But one evening when, after a violent quarrel, they resolved to leave one another on the spot, they perceived that their hands, which they had joined in a farewell clasp, would no longer quit one another.

Almost in spite of themselves fancy had become love.

Both, half laughingly, acknowledged it.
"This is very serious.